You Spend Our Anniversary with Your Widowed Sister-in-Law, I'll Divorce You and Thrive

On their fourth wedding anniversary, Lu Nianchu asks for a divorce.

The man's face darkens, his phoenix eyes turning sharp. "Just because I stayed with my sister-in-law while she waited to give birth instead of being with you?"

Lu Nianchu: "Yes."

The day after his elder brother died, Gu Zhuoye went to America to be with his widowed sister-in-law.

For four years, he traveled back and forth between China and America. Countless times, when she needed him, he was with his sister-in-law and her child.

Three days ago, his sister-in-law returned to China. When the two women fell into the water at the same time, his first instinct was to save her.

When Lu Nianchu was misunderstood and accused of hurting her nephew, then made to kneel on a pebble path as punishment, he ignored her completely.

She had loved him for eight years and had never doubted his sincerity.

But now, for the first time, Lu Nianchu doubts her own love.

"Enough," the man says, tearing up the divorce agreement. "I was only doing it for my brother's child. I won't spend time with them anymore."

Lu Nianchu: "You can tear up one copy, and I'll make another, until you sign."

The coldness in the man's eyes gives way to shock. He grabs her hand with the speed of a leopard. "We were in love, and then we got married. You've been with me for eight years."

"Can you really bear to do this?"

Lu Nianchu calmly pulls her hand away. "There's nothing I can't let go of."

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Gu Zhuoye would sooner believe the earth is square than believe Lu Nianchu would really divorce him.

They had been together for eight years. To marry him, Lu Nianchu once knelt in the rain outside the Gu family's gates all alone, and she even gave up the chance to study abroad.

After sacrificing so much, how could she bear to leave him?

But when the divorce certificate is actually placed in his hands, Gu Zhuoye is stunned.

In the countless days that follow, Gu Zhuoye abandons all his pride and kneels by the woman's door, pleading with a desperate look on his face: "Please, open the door and let me in."